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Post by Azhdarchid on Oct 4, 2012 21:47:39 GMT -5
Before he had really thought about it, Q'sis sat down on the edge of his brand new bed, resting his gloved hand on the nearest post. He hadn't removed any of his gear, which had been knocked from tawny to soot by the layers of blowback painted by the full Fall. When he raised his hand, he left an ashen print and stared at it a full minute. Then he glanced down at the clean feline pelt he had elected to rest on. Then he toed open the bottom drawer of the nearby dresser and removed a bottle of sharp bronze Tillek.
C'mere Sam.
The command flowed through the transitory medium of his other half's brain without so much as slowing her current slurping of the Weyr's lakewater. Unath lifted her head, a few lines of silver dribbling off as she tracked the moseying of another tan at the other side of the lake. I've got food, Q'sis relayed, with a note of teasing.
It was true. Somewhere between the End and his current collapse on the bed he had gotten into the kitchens and secured a bag of bread and whatever else the generosity of the Weyrfolk afforded after a battle- particularly when they knew it was him, even under all the leathers. After a moment he noticed he was still hanging onto the cool bottle, and there was still a layer of charred fabric blocking it from his mouth. Food and drink, Unath contributed in her own, brighter voice, though her targeting unfocused somewhat from Naireth and just sort of announced the point to other dragons soaking at the lakeside.
The tan herself did not stay. Message delivered, she leaped into the air and circled up to her weyr, and landed just above on the crown of stony peaks marking her favored nest. She submerged her entire spotted body into the pit, then poked her head about between the brown fingers of the Rim to keep track of any mysterious dragonpairs that might be entering her weyr.
Q'sis set the Tillek on the floor rather than putting in the effort to uncover his mouth. Wind whistled around the dragon's end of the weyr and he tensed. Memories of split-second maneuvers, replayed to the hundredth on the pretense of recalling how to save his hide the next time, still circled before his eyes. The winds had been high. And he only just started to realize he still smelled like the fire.
But Samael had been there too. More importantly, the notion of Samael made him want to do more than sleep off the last six hours. He got up and turned around to investigate the print he had left on the bedfurs. A little brushing moved the ashes more onto the floor, though it did streak on some new debris from his gloves. Feline pelts had gray patches anyway. It was no trouble. He ended up spending more time fluffing the edge of the pelt than his lack of concern dictated; Sam hadn't seen the new bed yet either.
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Post by Reky on Oct 4, 2012 23:00:36 GMT -5
Samael stretched out her arm where she had bashed it against Naireth's skull that Fall. A quick move had saved their skins, but feeding firestone to a toothy face right at the exact moment hadn't helped anything.
There was a corner of the tiny room tucked in next to Samael's bedroom that was dedicated to soot. Sometimes she swept it clean, but it was a necessary spot of evil. The Falls had her shaking out her gear and her hair to produce enough black silt to fuel a foul sandstorm. They always left her feeling grimy, and that was what the lake was for - but in the ever-colder autumn months, she was increasingly reluctant to to put in the effort to get down there. Naireth hung about the edge of the weyr, ordered not to track ash too far in. The dragon would not leave to bathe purely of her own will.
Q'sis words, through Unath, came through Naireth to Samael fluidly. By now, everything that came from the younger tan was relayed without a second thought; even, sometimes, Samael would get something that wasn't meant for her. The second bit made the woman rider smile, and she passed a reply through the dirty, hulking beast on the weyrledge. Faranth, you know me too well. Food after a Fall? Simply the best. Hold on.
She threw on a loose tunic - brightly embroidered about the collar, a token from her homehold - and the first clean breeches she found. She was glad to be in clean clothing, though her face was still smudged with black where her goggles hadn't been. Naireth was freed of her leathers and Sam's feet were trapped in their boots, and the pair was off into the air. It was only a few wingstrokes before the tan latched to the ledge of Q'sis' weyr. Samael left her and kicked off her boots. Go bathe, she told the dragon, and coughed as Naireth sent up a cloud of soot in leaving.
She padded barefoot to Q'sis' room and her feet thanked her for it. Her whole body was very glad to be free of the protective layer it had inhabited for six hours, and it had not yet started to feel sore - except for her arm. She stretched it out as she came in to see him, and smiled to smell the stench of fire there.
"Hello, dirty man," she laughed, smudging her fingers against whatever streaks had gotten onto his face. With him sitting on the bed, she was much closer to his height, and touched her forehead to his. "Feed me," she demanded, and then did notice the bed. "Oh, this is new!" She left him and rubbed her fingers clean on her breeches so that she may touch a rich wood bedpost. "You and your fancy things." [/blockquote]
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Post by Azhdarchid on Oct 5, 2012 12:11:34 GMT -5
Q'sis hefted his goggles to the top of his head just as Samael entered, and looked up to her with owlish imprints of soot woven around his dark eyes. Sam's face didn't look much better, and he grinned under his scarf as she closed on him. Peering at her exposed feet as she leaned in, the rider closed his eyes as her fingertips grazed his face. He tugged down his scarf, which had protected his nose and lips from the ash. A currently short beard mirrored the black mask above. His eyes opened up at the demand, rising to hers as a thoughtful furrow dipped his brow. He considered the merits of an evincing I will, perhaps coupled with the slinging of a trapping arm around her waist.
But that would ruin her perfectly good breeches, and probably her tunic, and before he could weigh the advantages she had departed from him. His gaze fell to the fingerprints Samael wrote onto her own pantleg, but by the time she'd turned back to him he was rising dutifully to his feet, and tweaked a little salute off his dirty forehead at her.
"A rider is always happy to serve the women of Pern," he intoned, and headed to his desk. "You could have fancy things too. Clothes, wood, anything you wanted." Q'sis lifted off his gloves and inspected his hands before opening the food bag. "You ride a queen." He turned out one arm behind his back, a small, steaming meat pie balanced on his fingers for her. He continued prying through the contents of the bag with his right hand. As soon as he heard Samael nearing, he retracted the pie back around to the front where she could no longer reach it.
Turning around, Q'sis slid the pie onto a slate already bearing a few other samples of food, curling his reddened fingertips back toward his palm in its wake. Not for long, since he was plainly in a mood for protraction: he reached across the slate to pinch one dark blue berry from the pile at the left side. The berry he held to Samael's mouth-level, drawing a tantalizing circle in the air with it. "You and Naireth are unharmed?" he inquired, downplaying the import of the question. But that orbiting berry wrote another story: no answer, no food!
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Post by Reky on Oct 6, 2012 18:03:52 GMT -5
Samael smiled. She found that she did an awful lot of that around Q'sis. There were times when he irritated her, naturally, being that he was so sure in his ways and so dominant, but such was any relationship. His humour had developed a very warm spot in her heart, though, and she was grateful to be able to spend time in welcome company after a strenuous Threadfall. She turned and leaned against the bedpost, watching his back as he rummaged through his stash of lovely dinner.
It always amused her to think of Naireth as a reason for renown and riches. Aside from being the first tan, the dragon was more a servant than a queen. Probably, though, the best dragon to have around expensive things, because Sam could simply say 'never touch any of this ever' and Naireth would obey completely. She pictured a weyr full of fine china and looking glasses with Naireth situated serenely in the center. It was a big change from the woman's actual weyr where she had yet to go on her sevendayly cleaning spree.
"Maybe I'll start investing," she smirked. "Naireth and I can amass a queenly horde to rival yours." The idea was all in joking and promptly forgotten at the sight of food. She moved forward to relieve Q'sis of the pie, but she was relieved of it faster. She wrinkled her face in mock indignation. "You tease," she huffed. Her stomach was pining at the scent of food and it was almost embarrassing; but Q'sis knew her voracious habits.
The berry was a poor substitute for a main course, but it did look like a very good berry. "Of course -- we're fine," she said. Then amended, "Well, I might have bruised my arm. Smacked it into Naireth's face, that's all." Leaning in, she made to nip at the berry - gently, so as not to bite her favourite fingers that held it. Hopefully the answer was satisfactory, but Q'sis' worry was sometimes an unpredictable thing. [/blockquote]
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Post by Azhdarchid on Oct 6, 2012 22:51:21 GMT -5
Q'sis' worry was indulgent today.
"That's not a very nice thing to do to Naireth," he said, turning the berry against Samael's mouth so she could take a fresh piece from it. "She couldn't have done that badly." Another turn and there was no more of the fruit left for Samael, just the stain on Q'sis' fingers. He touched it to the tip of his tongue as he considered the soot-streaked face of his waiting woman. Rotating the tray out of his way, he ducked his lips to hers to steal a taste of her hunger while he could. Though the hand cupping her jaw up to meet his was clean, his flight leathers left an unabashed new print down her fresh laundry when he pulled back.
He glanced down at his work, uttered an approving grunt, and relented the food slate to a steady position atop his desk. He pulled out the chair for Samael. "A proper table is next in my list of grand indulgences," he observed. "Eat. We'll break in the bed after." Q'sis went back to sitting on the edge of the furs, though this time he was busy with the peeling of his leathers. He was wearing less when he returned to Sam with the Tillek and a mug from his bedside chest. "How long have you been able to run that trick with Naireth?" he asked as he set the mug on the desk and poured. He took the first two cupfuls himself, though he was very quick, each draught requiring only one swallow. "The voice."
Q'sis filled the mug a third time and shifted it to Samael, though his hand remained perched over it like a possessive spider while the leading finger wagged at her. "Slow," he advised, then lifted his hand. "Used to think it was only the twins, but I heard that maybe Aylina is guilty too." It struck him that Samael might have been communicating with him like this for some time, but he had only just picked up on the dissonance today. "Must be that any tan is capable. None of you match me on the other aspects though. Valha is afraid to try."
He had yet to mention to Sam the unintentional clash Valha's last foolish attempt had created. It was too strange. Unlike the ventriloquy, he was sure it related to the twins alone rather than tans at large. Unath bellowed right through the stone from her nest above, aware that at this moment, she was a hot topic. She sprang off the Rim and plummeted to her weyr's ledge, striding inside to give the walls a rub before she leapt again, roaring across the Bowl. One couldn't have guessed she'd just seen the raw Fall.
Q'sis glanced at the open passageway to the dragon's den. "She's been more understandable lately."
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Post by Reky on Oct 6, 2012 23:18:18 GMT -5
The berry was good, as were Q'sis' lips. She smiled into them. "Oh, she was very good, and that was the problem." Just an ill-timed dodge. Or, rather, well-time for the sake of their skins; ill for Samael's squishy human arm.
The offending smudge of ash received its due idle brushing, and she perched on the proffered chair. She was more than happy to obey his command, and took a first, savoury bite of the pie he had so kindly gotten for her. "You could get a nice little one," she mentioned after swallowing. "That fits in the corner." Space was a precious commodity not to be eaten up by large tables. Or, at least, not in her opinion. Her room was smaller than Q'sis', though, which she hadn't really paid much mind to until now. There would be no proper table for her.
She set the Tillek aside with an obedient smile and continued to work on her dinner, but reclaimed it to take down a tiny sip. "Oh," she said, "I think I've always been able to. Never had much used for it. I actually thought any dragon could do it, but-- the tans. It makes sense, since they aren't really very eloquent on their own." She took another, tinier sip. "I just order her - you know, just a little mind-push - to copy me word-for-word. You know how Naireth is." And she thought about that one for a moment with her fork swishing in the air. "Bet it's a little bit different for you guys."
She heard the familiar timbre of Unath's voice, and reached out briefly to her own tan. She found Naireth's placid presence afloat on the lake, and the smaller telepathic blip of little black Balto's brain resting on her head. Samael remembered that he was due for oiling, but it could wait til morning. She sent him a quick flicker of a rising sun and oil, and he cheeped - but he probably didn't understand. At least his tiny mind had been swiftly trained to keep with Naireth when she was with Q'sis.
"Understandable is good." Sam was doing considerable but well-paced damage to her food. It felt intensely satisfying to get something in her stomach after having her energy sapped by the Fall. She stretched her legs under the desk, feeling the beginnings of stiffness in them, and set down her fork to pay Q'sis and her Tillek some more intimate attention. [/blockquote]
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Post by Azhdarchid on Oct 7, 2012 14:19:16 GMT -5
"A big one could go in Unath's half," he said, though he grasped Samael's sentiment. Though his own "half" was but a mote in the dragon's eye, he filled it well. Blunt additions could disrupt the balance. Unath had her own method of deciding the problem, which was to flick context-free images of various tables at Mith, and await consensus.
Q'sis slipped his hands over Samael's hair as she ate, stroking the sides of her head, tracing the shape of her ears. He couldn't find cause to frown at her response. "It is. Your way works for Naireth." He shifted his touch to one side, trekking down her arm in an effort to locate the injury without actually talking about it. "Yet orders and discipline mean nothing to Unath." He let go and gathered up the wine to refill Sam's drink.
After that he retreated, escaping the range of hands so newly freed from the meal to attend him. "Finish that cup and bring the bottle," he demanded, sitting back on the bed. He would need refreshment occasionally. "Naireth can come up here if she wants to later- my woman hardly even uses the cave. She just likes sitting up top." Granted Naireth and want were an odd couple. "Tell me when you need to sleep."
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Post by Reky on Oct 11, 2012 9:11:57 GMT -5
Sam, what with the food, affection, and familiar company, was beginning to settle into her typical, post-Fall slump. A vague sleepiness was beginning to wash over her, the sort that made her just want to lie around in Q'sis' bed and nothing else. She felt his hands wander through her hair and down her arm - (he would feel a spot of warmth on her forearm where she'd hit it, but no true bruise had formed yet) - and smiled into her fork.
"I'll just tell her to come," she said. She added a little 'mm' of acknowledgement to that, because she could always use sleep - but she could hold it off for good things. Tipping back her glass, she finished off the last of her Tillek and set the remnants of her meal neatly aside. She was pleasantly warm as she shuffled over to the bed with the bottle in her hand. She set it on the bedside table. Q'sis was made a landing pad and Samael crawled over him, snagging a kiss before nestling against his side.
A relieved sigh tugged it slow way out of her lungs. "Shells," she mused. "This is a very nice bed. You have good taste in beds." Then she grinned and wiggled herself about so she could lean in to kiss him again and play with his helmet hair. [/blockquote]
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Post by Azhdarchid on Oct 11, 2012 20:57:32 GMT -5
"Mm-hm," Q'sis muttered in half-hearted approval, looking over the other tanrider snuggled at his side. Samael had come to bed, as ordered: a better offering than any compliment. He let her toy with his hair while he rummaged on the bedside table, then planted his hand on the center of her chest and shoved her onto her back. Turning with a sigh, he grabbed her legs behind the knees and hauled them up onto the furs. Though he did take the time to prop a pillow behind her head, he soon had one knee at each side of Samael and sat back with a triumphant grin.
Leaning forward, he pinned her wrists to the fur. He took his turn kissing with his woman securely beneath him. As he nudged her jaw up and ran the tip of his tongue down the non-sooty stem of her neck, his body below was stretching out...he laid down on Sam, nuzzling his face into her hair as his grip relaxed. "I'm tired."
He tipped his mouth back onto hers, and from that summoned the energy to slough forward and finish his scavenging of the bedside table. It wasn't the Tillek that he brought back with him, but a flask of sweet amber oil. The stuff was good for more than dragons. "You know how I have been learning healer tricks from L'kie," he said as he shifted back to his kneel over Samael. "Means I'm qualified to treat that arm." Granted most healers did not meet their patients in the buff, but Q'sis had hitched up his belt during the earlier disrobing and it still hung jauntily around his waist. He even had goggles that remained clinging to the crown of his head despite the interjections of Sam's fingers. That counted. He gave a dismissive jerk of his chin toward her tunic.
The Holdless uncorked his flask, wetting his fingers on the rim before he looked back down at her. "Ah, Sam," he sighed, tone that of stark relief. He purposefully redirected his attention to her arm. "Oh, looks serious," he mused with a smirk as he got back down, though he made certain not to crush her this time.
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Q'sis awoke in the dark, old nerves snapping his attention to the small body tucked against his. But he had grown beyond the reflexive interpretation of a threat. He took a breath of the air, cool and clean though they were not, and held it, drawing what he could from the silence. Unath had gone down to the lake and was bobbing about on the surface, a languid buoy. Neither moon was showing her full face tonight. On other ledges, in other weyrs, riders that had collapsed and slept much earlier than he and Sam bustled about, irregularly awake with nowhere to frolic in the black.
Boats, Unath supplied. Q'sis released his breath. He turned his head and felt Samael's hair tickling his beard. Contracting the pins and needles out of his right hand, he found her waist under his fingers. He drew up her side, then followed a low rib to the center. He could have just asked her if she was awake, but as in all things, Q'sis preferred his own method.
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Post by Reky on Nov 10, 2012 11:24:30 GMT -5
With the scent of the sweet amber oil and the role Q'sis took upon, Sam was rendered blushed and grinning. She laughed, held him against her; let the doctor examine her arm and told him how he knew so much more than her, because she thought it was just a bruise! Faranth save her! And there was only so long that she could stand the remnants of his flightsuit.
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She woke under the richness of Q'sis' fine blankets, kept warm and humid against the stark coldness of the night. Naireth was perched chilly upon the weyrledge, for Samael had told her to come and not to come in. The woman stirred under Q'sis' light touch, still yet too sleepy to properly shiver. Her eyes opened into the hollow of his neck.
"What time is it?" she breathed, surprised at how easily she had woken. She suspected it was the cause of the fight between the cold of the room and the warmth of the blankets that had kept her slumber shallow; or perhaps she had been dreaming, but she could not remember what of. She supposed it didn't matter. It could be any time of the day and she would still allow herself extra sleep. She had worked hard the day before. [/blockquote]
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Post by Azhdarchid on Nov 10, 2012 22:38:17 GMT -5
"One-o', two-o'..." Q'sis at first replied with the mumblings of a children's Teaching Ballad, or so it had been named by the Journeymen lodging with his caravan, on their way to some brighter place. "Two and a quarter, maybe. No moons." He moistened his lips, and his eyes opened wider in the dark at the taste lingering upon his tongue. His arm clutched Samael, and he turned in to her. For a time Q'sis lay against her, a static echo of prior hours, his abdomen tightening with the indecision that accompanied each breath.
Then he got out of bed, as he always seemed to ahead of her, like it was a race. His bare feet slapped the stone floor, and he leaned to one side to retrieve a robe from its peg. Samael did not have that benefit, so he left her shored up in the bedfurs. Belting the robe, he ambled through his unlit weyr to the attached wash. Stems of blue-green light thicketed the doorway as a glow was opened. "Do you understand why I got the new bed?" his voice projected from the wash, distorting as if called down a canyon.
Water whispered in the night, and then the tanrider returned to the flank of his tested new bed while he waited for steam to gather around the bath. Though he had not opened any glows in their room, the beams from the wash bent off knots of metal and patterned reflections off the igneous in the walls. An alien light winked at him as he picked the wine bottle up off the bedside table and jigged it. Same weight. He'd been too exhausted, in the end, to even stop and refresh himself. He accepted just a sip now, then transferred the bottle under-table.
Laying back toward his previous resting place, Q'sis groped around for Samael as he shucked the robe off one shoulder. He had little interest in trappings when he could capitalize a chrysalis beneath the covers with her. "For the Flight," he admitted, laying the side of his face to a pillow. "And for Valha."
Though that point might not favor a lengthy pause, his throat was still sticky with sleep. He could smell the ashes they had scattered around the bed mingling with the hot rain scent of the building bath.
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Post by Reky on Nov 13, 2012 9:24:55 GMT -5
In the disorienting quietness of said two-and-a-quarter, Samael pried herself off of the flat of the bed and sat, drawing one of the thinner blankets up around her shoulders. She was still drowsy; the newly-opened glow made it easy for her eyes to stay resolutely open, but her mind was still slow. Q'sis moved about the bed and the bath, but Sam wouldn't be truly rising for a while. At two-and-a-quarter, she was perfectly allowed to take her time.
The silence was a mainly comfortable sort. It was tainted, however, by the tension she felt - or maybe she imagined it - from Q'sis, and the strangeness of waking at two-and-a-quarter and not going back to bed. She had a great respect and gratefulness for Q'sis' obsessive hygiene, but less so at this hour. She yawned; tugged a splay of fingers through her hair. It was growing a little long as of late and a little more tangled.
Q'sis question came in to her, skirting on the sound waves of the flowing water. It concerned her. A happier tone in his voice would have invited a happier response from her. Instead, she knitted her brows and issued an ambiguous 'mmm,' potentially too quiet for him to hear, but she didn't care. She was tired and he was starting to get confusing.
When he returned, she tipped back over onto her side and suctioned up against him. She let her eyes close, as if better to take his mysterious answer (mysterious in that it clearly wasn't "so that I may bed you upon it"). For the Flight - that made sense. She knew the insanity that came with dragonlust, and could understand how rude it must be for the female's human to take a substitute. She recalled the poor, virgin F'ton - and felt a little sorry for him.
The second half of his answer was more concerning. For Valha? For Valha why? For her to sleep in on occasion? Was she having enough difficulties with Mith that she ought to be watched overnight? Sleepover? Was it for him to lie in with him? A sickness caught in Samael's gut. But why? Why Valha? Why anyone else? And if he had bought a bed for Valha, why hadn't he bought one for her? She banished the petty, selfish thought. She liked Valha well enough, of course, but not quite that well.
"For Valha?" she murmured, her lips slow in the early morning. She sought very, very clear clarification. He could not simply say 'for Valha' without explaining why. [/blockquote]
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Post by Azhdarchid on Nov 13, 2012 20:13:21 GMT -5
"Now she's awake," Q'sis chuckled. He lifted his arm to let her shelter back against his bare side. He could feel her scarred shoulder nudging against his rib. His other side was still wreathed in robe, and scratchy by comparison. "Valha and the Flight are one in the same."
He had an easy hold on Samael's hip, her thigh even, when his arm draped back down, but elected to reach up. His fingers wound into the back of her hair, tightening. Listen, the heavy hand said. A woman had to shelve hysteric impulse while her man was speaking. "A month after Naireth's hatch, Mith came to me by herself. She spoke to me as Unath does. Her voice was the same. And she obeyed me. It was like she didn't have any other rider. And both of them were...not much more than a Turn." Here lay the depth of his untold experience: it could be concretely measured by the combined summit of the moons since.
Rise, fall, again and again, but no truths till now. His hand had loosed from Samael's hair. "It's only gotten stronger, though it means little when she's a tan. When she does feel, I feel it with her. I am sure she senses me." He stopped his elaborations, not convinced Samael needed to know the end result of the bleeding bond: that Q'sis felt Valha, too. "Not an intimacy I asked for," he said in a wince, thinking of the other twinrider. "But it has been useful in understanding why they call each other 'me,' or 'I.' Sometimes one will speak and I cannot tell the difference. Not anymore. I'm not always..."
He required a moment to parse out his words again. Samael was not the only slow one at two-and-a-quarter. In the end he gave up the bolder assertion, and quoted his people instead: "'The dragon-man is only half human.' But Mith has made me certain that they will Rise together. So this bed is convenience. I will lodge her here when I feel it's right. And no suitor may careen off stair or ledge trying to divide his attentions." A clammy heat bumped into his cheek, and Q'sis raised his head. "Bath 's ready."
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Post by Reky on Nov 13, 2012 21:01:29 GMT -5
Naireth had stirred at Samael's fretting, but the woman ordered her back to bed. She was nervous to hear Q'sis speak. For all of the laziness her body had generated in her growing-up, her mind had gotten none - and in its unpredictable motivation had strung up a myriad of possible endings already. For a moment she even made herself doubt Q'sis - blaming that beloved stubbornness of his because he did what he wanted - but forced it all down and out when he bade her listen. The hand on her head was comforting, but she was glad to find the words even more so.
Her anxieties were quelled quite quickly. Her acceptance of the nature of Flights was transferred onto Valha, and so Samael felt better. She still felt a mild possessiveness at the thought of Q'sis and Valha together, even in Flightlust, but it was a more manageable sort of jealousy. She unwound even physically as she listened further, fidgeting a little with her blanket to tuck it all the way up to her chin. She was never so aware of the connection between the twin tans, and Q'sis' projection struck her as almost mystical. If the twins had come from the same egg, perhaps they had even once been the same, single, tiny dragon, and only then split into two.
She understood the reluctance with which Q'sis' had admitted the bed's true purpose, but she did not mind much anymore. Weyrs were the Queen's-clutch of strange relationships and happenings, and as such, had to be the Queen's-clutch of forgiveness. The holderbred girl in Samael squirmed a little at the thought of infidelity, but the more mature, open-minded Weyr-dwelling Samael had little against it beyond simple human attachment.
"Oh," she said, almost embarrassed to have jumped to so many conclusions. "That makes sense." And in her tone, she showed her quiet, slow, two-and-a-quarter understanding. She felt bad for having doubted him, but resolved that he was a man so sure in his own convictions that he warranted a little doubting now and then. "That's kind of you. To do that for Valha." A bizarre kindness, but a kindness nonetheless. "And for the suitors." She smiled a bit. Her stupid nerves needed a smile.
"You go on ahead," she said of the bath. "I'm going back to sleep." She found the ever-present touch of Naireth's mind and felt nothing there but slumber, and was very much ready to take after her dragon. The woman had tired herself out even more than she had been when she woke. Burrowing into the warm pillows left in Q'sis' wake, she closed her eyes, and - relieved but perhaps not entirely happy - went back to sleep. [/blockquote]
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